Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"If you dare to jointly write this order, I will go!"

Reina showed no fear at all, and immediately stood up to show her firm attitude.

"It's a standoff now."

"The so-called Lord of Tailong dares to kill all the people I sent out, and dares to turn a deaf ear to our words, but does he dare to destroy our battleships and kill any of us?"

"As long as he dares, then I would rather die, so that the Empire will define the entire galaxy as a traitor, and then the Astra Militarum and the Brotherhood Astartes will come and clean up this place!"

As soon as the words fell, the bridge fell into silence.

Reina looked at her two "pig teammates" with firm eyes.

But the other two judges just remained silent for a moment, then one shook his head and the other couldn't help laughing.

"I mean, if, if the Adeptus Mechanicus, who learned about the existence of the Tyrone galaxy, thought that there was an STC here, and then their foundry general thought so too, and finally sent people representing their own interests to deal with the matter here..."

"Then your death will be in vain, you will be killed, but who cares?"

"If you compare one trillion people with even STC, you will be given up without hesitation."

After saying this, Rena had no temper and sat back down, but she still insisted on her own idea in her heart, believing that if the heretics in the Tyrone Galaxy were not eliminated immediately, then the entire empire would usher in a catastrophe.

At the same time, Lena also has a sense of mission.

A sense of mission to save the empire.

She felt that her dislike of this galaxy was not without reason. This might be the guidance of a certain sage.

If this continues, the empire and even the entire human race will be doomed.

"We can't wait like this." Reina still planned to try to convince the other two.

"We must find a way to expand the situation, and then use a war, a war, to clean up all the heretics in this galaxy until even the traces of their existence are burned away."

"We have to fight."

As she spoke, Rena looked at the first judge, who said nothing.

Reyna then looked at the other inquisitor, who smiled.

Finally, Reina's eyes fell on the last empty seat. She could only see that this seat was empty, but in fact, there was a person sitting in the empty seat "participating in the meeting" through some means.

This person is Qin Mo.

"You can try, bitch." Qin Mo said.

Leina did not see Qin Mo, and could only see an empty space in her eyes. She asked the other two people: "Isn't the priest advisor of the Adeptus Mechanicus here?"

"No, he should have gone down to investigate."

"We just went down to investigate. Among us, he is the only one who has obtained permission to enter the hive world. Lena, please don't make trouble. If they revoke all the priest's permission, we really won't be able to find anything. "

Lena didn't want to hear this advice, but she had to admit that it was right.

The entourage who came to investigate the Tyrone Galaxy was a priest from the Adeptus Mechanicus. He was responsible for serving as a technical consultant and analyzing the various weapons, equipment and technologies currently known in the Tyrone Galaxy, and then this information would be used as a reference.

Although I don’t know what method this pastor used to obtain the permit, but if his permit is revoked, everyone will be really blind.

"Where did this priest come from?" Reina asked the two inquisitors.

"have no idea."

"I'm not sure where he comes from, but I think he might be a radical in the Adeptus Mechanicus."

One of the two judges shook his head, and the other gave a guess.

"The radicals in the Adeptus Mechanicus..." Rena thought about this sentence for a moment.

Radicals within the Inquisition refer to those who do whatever it takes to achieve their goals, and these people will even use heretical and alien weapons to deal with heretics and aliens.

Then the radicals in the Adeptus Mechanicus should refer to those who do whatever it takes to obtain technology.

"No wonder this priest can get along with the Tyrone people." Reina suddenly realized.

…

at the same time.

Qin Mo is in an illusion created by mimicry.

The illusion showed the ship of the Inquisition, the three Inquisitors sitting together inside to discuss matters, and every word they discussed.

Qin Mo sat next to the table and listened to every word the judges said like a real participant.

Thanks to the ability of mimicry, Qin Mo can even see everyone's appearance clearly, but the illusion is just an illusion.

He couldn't punch the judge named Lena in front of him in the face.

And the judge cannot see him.

"Can you show the thoughts in their heads? Or detect them?" Qin Mo asked the mimic next to him.

At this time, the mimic changed into the appearance of Judge Rena, sitting on the other side of the conference table.

"How can I have this ability? Otherwise, I would have seen through your thoughts to see if you are really planning to help me, and can you honestly be your player here?" Mimic replied with a smile.

"You can change into her appearance, but you can't imitate her speech." Qin Mo pointed at Reina and said.

Hearing this, Mimic nodded and said nothing.

"By the way, can't you predict? Help me predict what trouble she will cause in the future." Qin Mo said again.

Mimic immediately complied.

After a moment of silence, Mimicry told Qin Mo the result: "She will organize an assassination operation against you, and people who oppose you like her will assist her. This is a large-scale assassination operation, and there will be many Shapeshifting assassins, as well as assassins who can suppress psychic powers, will participate in this assassination operation."

"What will be the result?" Qin Mo asked.

"If you want me to make long-term predictions, please reorganize me. I can't see that far now. But what do you think the result will be?" Mimic asked.

Qin Mo thought for a moment and thought that their assassination operation would definitely fail, but the assassination operation would not be the only trouble in the future.

Considering the worst outcome, the Tyrone System may be defined as a rebellion, and then the Empire will send troops to conquer it.

If it had been when the Tailong Galaxy had just settled down, Qin Mo might have chosen to compromise, but now he doesn't think it's necessary.

The large teleportation device around the star has been built.

The space fortress is almost finished.

There are at least 10 million troops in the entire galaxy that can be deployed on the battlefield, and there are 20 million new recruits. This is without liberalizing conscription. In extreme cases, the entire galaxy has a population of nearly 10 billion and a billion troops. Not a problem.

Furthermore, these are not peaceful times, wars are breaking out in various star regions, and most of them are wars that the empire's senior officials cannot ignore.

After comprehensive consideration, Qin Mo felt that a war was unlikely. On the contrary, it would be a war if Reina caused more troubles.

"I have to get rid of her." Qin Mo raised his head and looked at Reina across the table.

"How to do it? Let your fleet blow up their ship, or do you teleport in and kill her?" Mimic asked.

Qin Mo thought for a while and had an idea: "I remembered a person, that is what they call the priest of the Mechanicus. I can start with this person."

"Wait...why? Are you going to ask the priest about where Reina lives on the ship? Why don't you ask me directly? You can even see what she is doing." Mimic asked curiously.

Qin Mo took the initiative to withdraw from the illusion and left without any explanation.